I’ve never had much to write about sex. Call it prudishness, call it the last remaining shreds of a desire for privacy, but I’ve always operated from the default setting that nothing I had to say on the matter was all that interesting. We all have sex, we all like it, we all let it lure us into moronic decisions, none of us has as much of it as we’d like, and there you go.

Of course, perhaps the biggest reason I steer clear of the topic is that, if you want to read a blog about a twenty-something female’s views on and experiences with sex, all down to the last broken condom and ingrown pubic hair, you already have around 12 million to choose from. It feels almost risque to be writing about anything else.

But other people having sex– that I have no problem addressing. Particularly when it comes to a forum where men have traditionally been getting it and women haven’t — until now. Which leads me to my point (yes, I do have one, besides just attracting all those juicy search results): Check out my article at Tango magazine about female massages. Or, more specifically, the realm of the “happy ending” massage and how it isn’t just for men anymore. Did I find out from personal experience? Hell no. But I’m very happy for the women who did (and even happier that they told me about it on the record).